Morning Meditation

 

We are continuing to live our way without a map or turn-by-turn navigation through these Easter, April days.  We are continuing to fumble faithfully, praying that no one is looking at us or will try to offer helpful advice/suggestions on how we can improve.  We are holding, perhaps a bit too tightly with white knuckles, this invitation to be a foolish people…after all, these Morning Meditations just won’t quit with that theme!  So fine.  I’ll try, you think.  But it isn’t easy.  Have you been around other people lately?  We are not exactly the most forgiving people.  The Victorian Era dourness and dampness of life still sits in the corner of our souls, even though we are no longer wearing corsets or cufflinks and suitcoats with tails or top hats ~ thanks be to God for that.  The narrative we adopt and accept is that everything must be moving up and to the right ~ getting better and we need some quantifiable evidence of improvement.  We have been taught and caught that our one precious, fragile, fleeting life is constantly being graded.  Too often there seems to be a lot of red ink on the page of my life and I worry that the letter circled at the top is one big fat, “F”.  So, we seek out ways ~ politically, economically, socially, and religiously ~ to make ourselves feel better.  The dopamine of swiping the credit card or scoring some points on an imaginary score board or thinking our church has it all right keeps us running like a hamster on a wheel.  This week, I will share with you some prayer thoughts for a Holy Foolish Easter people.  These come from a book of prayers by Justin McRoberts and Scott Erickson.  What I love about these prayers are they are one single sentence…not a whole page like some authors we know who will remain nameless but write Morning Meditations from Sarasota, Florida.  I invite you this week to let the words of each sentence prayer this week sit and simmer and soak into your soul all day long.  Come back to the words at noon time, dinner time, bedtime.  Ask yourself, where did the words shine a light on truth?  Or where did the sentence feel like sandpaper to your soul?  Or where did it taste like dry toast without butter?

 

Here is the sentence for today:

 

May I cease to be annoyed that others are not as I wish they were, since I am not as I wish I was. From Prayer by Justin McRoberts and Scott Erickson.

 

Let these words marinate as you move throughout your day.  Alleluia and Amen.